(Intro)
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Yo Cass lets they ass know you ain't playin wit em
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Aim for the head
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When you see em go get em nigga
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Aim for the head
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When you see em go get em nigga
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Aim for the head
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When you see em go get em nigga
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Yo Game let them lames know you ain't playin wit em
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(Verse)
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I got my slugs on
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Gettin my thug on
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New era brim low
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Giovanni rims oh
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Phantom got curtains, you can't see through the tints so
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Bought a .45 put the barrel on the window
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It's me and swizzle for shizzle
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V twizzle the pistols
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Cock it back if you carry a missle
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Can't cross both of your arms, nigga fold em back
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If you miss soldier slim do the nolia clap
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Or recline the seats in the rover back
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Yeah it¡¯s me and young cass til hov come back
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You wanna see us both dead, then load your gat
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You be the first nigga to bring penny loafers back
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Why niggas wanna see me R-I-P
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Empty the clip in a nigga before I D-I-E
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Prayin on my downfall like B-I-G
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I be in the cockpit ridin dirty like T-I-P
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Po-po pull me over wanna see I-D
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Searchin my shit tryin to find my 3 times 3
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They don't know I got 4 times 4 in the backseat
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Wit enough bodies on it to get a nigga 5 times 5
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Other niggas snitch on em
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Like if he got the rover parked crooked in the front
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He might have bricks on em
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I'll send a lil back like the brother of rich porter
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Run up on you and give you a buck fifty like six quarters
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Yeah
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(Verse)
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Shit real, I know how baggin a whole brick feel
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Big deal, hit the garage and switch wheels
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My chicks real, with the menage in tip drills
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Gimme a massage, yeah show me how them lips feelel
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I shinin cause im grindin on the strip still
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And I grip steel still keep the clips fill
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Everything I spit real
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Everything I spit ill
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Everything I spit sick, for real ain't shit switch
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Ain't shit changed, like Rick James im rich bitch
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Get change big chain the wrist glist
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I'm with Game, I'mma make cake like bisquick
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My album went gold in a month, that was a quick flip
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Dont say shit bitch, cause niggas wit the lip get
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Er'y one in the gun til it go click click
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Then I'mma switch clips and squeeze like toothpaste
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Palm over my forearm so I can shoot straight
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Im bout to make it hard to eat like toothaches
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My flow dope like I go in the booth and shoot base
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Duece duece the skates in the coupe great
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Im not broke I cop coke by the suitcase
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My boots laced I got base and them white keys
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Bout to cop a convertible crib, like Ice T's
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And that ice on your sleeve thats light cheese
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I spend a 100 g's a year on white tees
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(Outro)
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Aim for the head
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When you see em go get em nigga
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Aim for the head
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When you see em go get em nigga
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Aim for the head
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When you see em go get em nigga
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Aim For The Head
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The Game |